Lyrics: Raphaela Rockson/Afua Asiedu/Vanessa Akua Medie/Nana Ayebi Kwakye
Music: Nana Ayebi Kwakye
FROM MY SISTERS
Listen to the stories
You can’t see the pain in our eyes
Do you only call yourself an ally just to keep your mind satisfied?
Uh, Anae
Been crying out for allegiance for the longest while
My brothers told me I should keep them all on speed dial
You know my mama raised me in a way, to make sure I can get it any day
That ain’t a threat to you though, so don’t move insecure
I’ve got you, you’ve got me, that’s law, what more
When you’re confronted with your demons what you gonna tell ‘em
Do we even share the same sentiments
I tell my sisters we should rally up, bally up, hooded up
On the front line like we’ve had enough, your time is up
Stay claiming misandry , claiming I’m miss angry
On your not all men steeze, uh
You see the weight of the world’s already getting to me
And now you’re adding to the load
You’re supposed to alleviate me
You’re supposed to appreciate me
Create, initiate some schemes with me
Remediate this pain with me, come on
Brittle bones still walk the walk
Painting white flags red
We said we won’t be silent, won’t be scared.
Nooo
Nooo o
past me, past you
past them, past time
man, this world remains past forever you know?
and if if we're gonna make a change then it’s together, you know
because tomorrow’s for the daughters, they need better, you know
If time is upon us, why the hell we still alive?
If we’re still living, how come we can never get it right?
We still living in the little corners of our lives
And there's still women always getting pestered in their strides
It’s the man’s world
It’s the old man’s world
New men are often taught, all the old man’s wrongs
I’m sure you’re old enough to be a new man bro
Don’t you grow into your dad, be a new man bro
Oh what a time to be living (is that right?)
Stories on the news get me livid
everybody’s acting quite indifferent
I pray your little girl never meets this ugly world.
Brittle bones still walk the walk
Painting white flags red
We said we won’t be silent, won’t be scared.
Nooo
Nooo o
The women you praise for their silence gather us round and stack the sum of their voices on our tongues
The mother you hail for her sacrifice tells us there is nothing holy about burning alive for her entitled sons
You’re too busy fiddling with the idea of dominance to witness your sister fighting back the language of shadows
Your father cast her aside saying girls and boys can’t play that close
and you started calling him king for it
You’re growing into a man who thinks everywhere he steps is his
You claim ownership from the home, to church, to office
Act like our existence wasn’t meant to occupy much space
And somehow don’t get why we’re as loud as this
We’ve been stacking up, remember? to match up to ten thousand boom boxes
We know you shrug us off but reckoning is coming, just you wait
You would’ve gotten away with it too if not for these ****ing feminists
We’ve been running in circles, dancing with the devil
And clearly none of that was enough
If I am not your mother, your sister or your lover...
Is being who I am not enough to save?
If there’s anything left to say...
Are you gonna listen today?